JA's - The Prince's Own - Relaunch Part 1

[ghostcat]

In the days leading up to the event, Yevas had thought long and hard on whether or not to wear his armour and carry his rapiers. He eventually decided that it was supposed to be a party and that most of the guests would be courtiers, so left his arms and armour at home. This doesn't mean that he his unarmed as he still has his daggers.

A nondescript looking man in well made but not particularly new court clothes, without any obvious weapons, enters the roped area. Initially he looks to be a minor civil servant. It is only if you look closely into his steely brown eyes that you realise this is man you would not want to cross.

 

[Scotley]

"Sure Henry, if you survive wearing that outfit" jokes Sigvald clasping Henry on the shoulder in return greeting. "What kind of service do you think they will assign us to? They took our best young smith and skald. That is obvious. But where do we fit? Not the army since they would have put us there. You may fit in a bit with your schooling and all, not to mention your frilly clothes. But still we are two great lumbering idiots from the North to these folks. I doubt they know we are from different areas. So what use can we be?" says Sigvald to Henry quietly.

"I have wondered this often. I think it a good sign the letters we got about prisoners. Surely smiths and such did not get that. I wonder if we might not be tasked with hunting fugitives or rooting out criminal bands, foiling plots against the crown." Obviously, Henry has gotten a somewhat grandiose picture of his own abilities. "I've been doing a little reading on the law. The King holds the rights of justice and yet his lands are much too large to manage without help."

 

[Scott DeWar]

Master ecks wanders about, the returns to his tent to drop all weapons except his scimitar and . .. .. .. 'it'. he returns to the party and listens to various conversations. he most specifically seeks to meet George Balon, Master of the House Hold, Chief Steward.

 

[J. Alexander]

Waiting on the others feel free to banter

 

[Scotley]

Henry nods at Yevas and says to Sigvald, "I mean look at that guy with the hard eyes, the one in the out of date fashions. He looks like he'd have no compunction about sending a man to the gallows."

 

[Fenris]

Henry nods at Yevas and says to Sigvald, "I mean look at that guy with the hard eyes, the one in the out of date fashions. He looks like he'd have no compunction about sending a man to the gallows."

Sigvald smiles, "more like the grave, see how he walks, he is alert, that man how to fight. So did you keep the warrant to arrest someone then?" .

 

[Scotley]

"I do still have it, but I think we were only to use one or the other, which I did."

 

[Graybeard]

Artemis and his familiar Ginger wander around the green doing a little people watching and sizing up the other candidates. After a period of time, a man ascends the stage. Artemis, wearing his recently altered uniform, listened to his speech. The man indicates that all the candidates enter the roped off area. Artemis quickly heads in that direction and enters with Ginger closely behind. Once inside the roped off area, Ginger meows loudly. Artemis glares at the stubborn cat and hushes it up. It takes a moment for him to realize the cat was eying something nearby. Following the feline's gaze, he sees the hawk perched on another candidate's shoulder.

Artemis shakes his head NO and mentally communicates to the cat to behave. Ginger obeys and slides up to her master and rubs against his leg while purring.

 

[kinem]

Narc notices the man with the cat, and gives a reassuring stroke to his hawk Sahdzi. The hawk squawks proudly, not intimidated by any land-bound beast.

He approaches the man. "Hello. I'm Narciso Trentson. I don't suppose ... by any chance, is that cat a source of magic for you?"

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Deaglan Mac Branain (DEG-lin mac BRAH-nun) - Priest of Nethys

A darkly handsome young man moves gracefully through the crowd on the green. Quiet confidence almost radiates from him as he mixes easily with the assembled guests. He's dressed all in grays and blacks, with the exception of a dark burgundy cape, and carries a staff either in the crook of an arm or in a hand as he moves about. His hair - pulled back into a long ponytail - is jet black, and his light emerald eyes stand out from the well-tanned skin of his face.

When the call comes to assemble he exits his current conversation - small talk about trade routes around the Eye of Abendigo - and makes he way to the gathering at the dais.

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